Seasons inevitably change, chapters always come to an end, life unavoidably moves forward. Here we are, parents of a 6 month old, and I am overwhelmed. We sat Cole in his high chair for the very first time the other day, held hands, and prayed over our meal. I bawled. God is good whether he gives or takes away.
I wish I could tell you that I’ve come to a place of never doubting, always trusting. A dear friend jokingly remarked that I’d be a fool to never trust God again because of Cole, our “mira-cole”. I wish life were that simple and that I could agree, but we all know that life is HARD and there are no guarantees. Ultimately I do trust Him, but it’s in the difficult, sometimes blinding, moments that I can so easily forget. I am so grateful to God for the journey He’s brought me through because it’s taught me the language of lament; it’s taught me the importance of honesty and being okay with not being okay; it’s taught me a lesson in finding joy, then choosing joy when I’d rather not because throwing a fit feels like a more valid option.
Sometimes I feel like I’ve lost my voice because admitting that motherhood has been challenging has felt like I’m saying I’m ungrateful, which is NOT TRUE. Fortunately, the Lord knows my heart and I truly am so unbelievably grateful even when I’m having a “woe is me” kind of day. I’ve heard a lot of stories and struggles that other mothers, my friends, have gone through. I thought I’d been amply prepared for the kinds of things one might go through emotionally when they become a parent, but there is nothing like experiencing them all for yourself. What does one do with the emotional upheaval that having a child does to the heart especially when you’re supposed to be all fine and dandy because God gifted you the child you always wanted??
I’d been forgetting the language of lament, “an expression of honest emotions to God when life is not going as planned. Whether we’re hurt, frustrated, confused, betrayed, overwhelmed, sad, or disappointed, lament is the language God has given us to talk to Him right in the middle of life’s messes” (Esther Fleece, No More Faking Fine). “Feelings are meant to be felt and then taken to God” (Ann Voskamp, The Broken Way). I’ve always loved Lamentations 3:19-25 because the author remembers his affliction, then gives it to the Lord by claiming new mercies every morning and believing the faithfulness of our God. Having Cole has not taken away the ache of my past, nor the disappointments of today, and will not prevent the pain of tomorrow. Like the author I remember my afflictions and my wanderings by voicing them to the Lord because they are a part of me and a part of this fallen world, but in His lovingkindness He is producing hope through suffering (Romans 5:3-5). “Hope focuses not on circumstances but on Christ’s coming and the redemption of our character” (Dan Allender, The Healing Path).
I have been able to stay at home with Cole this winter and am especially grateful to Jordan who has had to work extra hard for this to be possible. Most days I live in peace and contentment, marveling that a little boy’s smile can melt the heart and chase clouds away! But then there are weeks like this last week when its a fight to stay positive, the feeling of loneliness creeps in and the blur of the monotonous makes my head spin. Graciously He takes my emotions and covers them with His love and patience. My God sees me and meets me, then gives me Hope.



